article n°87 ... and SoOnG *Ode to the Sun* of Dredg

article n°87 ... and SoOnG *Ode to the Sun* of Dredg
It's gone from light to gray
But I'll move those clouds away
Letting the sun shine through
In this ode to you
Let the demons have their place
If so it's angels you'll create
And disguised within the dark
Light will wait
My heart I owe you my soul

Will you please accept
Please accept this offer (it's over)
This is all for you
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We flip towards the sun
Wheels skidding on the road
A flowing sea of red
The whole city groans
My heart I owe you my soul

Will you please accept
Please accept this offer (it's over)
This is all for you
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Will you please accept
Please accept this offer (it's over)
This is all for you
Transcend

Fiasco!

Rubberneck passing motorist
A mangled tuna-can car rests
Repair this tattered skin
Hold it in your hand
You've already glistened through the window
You've already set us all free...free...free

Please accept
Please accept this offer (it's over)
This is all for you
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Will you please accept
Please accept this offer (it's over)
This is all for you
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Fiasco!




Ode to the Sun of Dredg
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# Posté le mardi 30 octobre 2007 16:50

article n°85

article n°85
- Je me souviens, songe Ida.
Po
urquoi chercher si loin? Dans la mémoire, certains visages, certains souvenirs devraient reposer, ensevelis à jamais...


[...]


Son
coeur bat avec force, et par moments, tremble et semble se heurter aux parois de sa chair comme si les deux beaux seins tout neufs eussenttréci sa poitrine. Comme il est dur de lever la tête, de porter sur son front en souriant cet amas d'aigrettes, et de tendre la main à baiser.


[.
..]


- Je n'ai donc jamais aimé, songe-t-elle une fois de plus. Non. Décidément, non. Que me fait l'amour?... Ce qu'il me faut, ce que je goûte, ce qui me plaît, c'est l'amour d'une foule, l'ombre, le désir, ce rauque balbutiement qui monte dans la salle, lorsque j'apparais, cette convoitise anonyme... Comme j'aime cela... Le perdre ?... Non, j'aimerais mieux mourir... Mais pour le garder, il faut rester belle, fraîche, jeune...Il ne faut plus penser ni se souvenir, ne rien espérer, ne rien regretter, ne rien craindre...

E
lle ferme les yeux et, de toutes ses forces, retient la palpitation nerveuse des muscles de l'oeil. Elle répète dix fois, quinze fois, cent fois, comme une formule magique : - Je suis calme. Je suis jeune. Je suis belle. Je veux dormir. Je dors.




Ida de Irène Némirovsky
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# Posté le mardi 30 octobre 2007 16:12

article n°83

article n°83















Les jours deviennent ennui.
Mon Soleil est parti bien trop loin pour que je puisse le suivre.
Un sentiment de vide m'envahit.
Ce n'est que pour quelques jours, mais bien trop pour pouvoir continuer de rire.


















# Posté le lundi 29 octobre 2007 13:30

Modifié le lundi 29 octobre 2007 14:19

article n°82 ... and SoOnG *Love Machine* of Arctic Monkeys

article n°82 ... and SoOnG *Love Machine* of Arctic Monkeys
Ladies, you're damn right
You can't read a Man's mind
We're living in two tribes
And heading for war
nobody's perfect
We all gotta work it
cuz fellas we're worth it
So don't break the law

Your call's late, big mistake
You gotta hang about the limo for as long as I take
Next time, read my mind
And I'll be good to you
We're gift-wrapped kitty cats,
We only turn into tigers when we gotta fight back
Let's go, Eskimo
Out into the blue...

Come take my hand, understand that you can,
You're my man & I need you tonight
Come make my dreams
Honey, hard as it seems
Loving me is as easy as pie


I'm just a Love Machine
Feeding my fantasy
Give me a kiss or three
& I'm fine
I need a squeeze a day
'Stead of this neglege
What will the neighbours
say this time

I've been going crazy while you sleep
Searching for a language that the 2 of us can speak
So, whistle through your story make it real
& I'll breath underwater cos I like the way it feels

Your call's late, big mistake
You gotta hang about the limo for as long as I take
Next time, read my mind
And I'll be good to you
We're gift-wrapped kitty cats,
We only turn into tigers when we gotta fight back
Let's go, Eskimo
Out into the blue....

Come take my hand, understand that you can,
You're my man & I need you tonight
Come make my dreams
Honey, hard as it seems
Loving me is as easy as Pie


I'm just a Love Machine
Feeding my fantasy
Give me a kiss or three
& I'm fine
I need a squeeze a day
'Stead of this neglege
What will the neighbours
say this time

Oh, it's very new
Can anybody tell me what to do
Oh, this feeling's very strange

Can anybody tell me what's your game

(Oh) A little education
(Oh) to give you motivation
(Oh) Don't change the situation
(Oh) Cos I don't wanna change ya
(Oh) I'm livin' with a stranger
(Oh) I'll only re-arrange ya

for Now
I'm just a Love Machine



Love Machine of Arctic Monkeys




















Love Machine?
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# Posté le samedi 27 octobre 2007 13:41

Modifié le mardi 30 octobre 2007 16:55

article n°79

article n°79
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I don't steal
I don't kill
I just smoke weed.

# Posté le mardi 23 octobre 2007 05:29